Born on the breast of the prairie,… Robed in the wealth of her wheat-l… Affluence knocks at her gateways,… Nuggets of gold are her acres, yie… Dream of the hungry millions, dawn…

There is no song his colours canno… For all his art breathes melody, a… The fine, keen beauty that his bru… To murmuring marbles and to golden… The music of those marbles you can…

To none the city bends a servile k… Purse-proud and scornful, on her h… And at her feet the great white mo… Shoulders incessantly the grey-gol… One the Almighty’s child since ti…

Hard by the Indian lodges, where… Breaks in a clearing, through ill-… She comes to labour, when the firs… Of autumn follows large and recent… Age in her fingers, hunger in her…

When each white moon, her lantern… Comes out to join the star night-w… Across the grey-green sea, a ship… For me a letter, from the Motherl… Naught would I care to live in qu…

There was a man-a Jew of kingly b… But of the people-poor and lowly b… Accused of blasphemy of God, He s… Before the Roman Pilate, while in… The multitude demanded it was fit

Stripped to the waist, his copper-… Red from the smouldering heat of h… Lean as a wolf in winter, fierce o… As all wild things that hunt for f… War paint adorning breast and thig…

Across the street, an humble woman… To her ’tis little fortune ever gi… Denied the wines of life, it puzzl… To know how she can laugh so cheer… This morn I listened to her softl…

The autumn afternoon is dying o’er The quiet western valley where I… Beneath the maples on the river sh… Where tinted leaves, blue waters a… Environ all; and far above some bi…

What dream you in the night-time When you whisper to the moon? What say you in the morning? What do you sing at noon? When I hear your voice uplifting,

You didn’t know Billy, did you? W… The greatest fellow you ever seen… An’ sing! say, you never heard sin… I used to say to him, “Billy, tha… A mighty sight more bank-notes to…

I may not go to-night to Bethlehe… Nor follow star-directed ways, nor… The paths wherein the shepherds wa… To Christ, and peace, and God’s g… I may not hear the Herald Angel’s…

Soulless is all humanity to me To-night. My keenest longing is t… Alone, alone with God’s grey eart… Pulse of my pulse and consort of m… To-night my soul desires no fellow…

“Wreck and stray and castaway.”—S… Once more adrift. O’er dappling sea and broad lagoon… O’er frowning cliff and yellow dun… The long, warm lights of afternoon

MUSKOKA A stream of tender gladness, Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skie… Of warm midsummer air that lightly… In mystic rings,